Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.